Chapter 3: 2.2

While rushing towards the door, Wen Jianyan suddenly stopped and turned around abruptly ——

He stopped at the door of the duty room.

Unlike the gate, the duty room is locked.

The young man squatted down, touched his cuff with his slender fingers and who knows from where he pulled out a piece of iron wire. He bent the iron wire with familiarity and gently stirred it in the keyhole.

“Click.”

The lock made a crisp sound.

In just a few seconds, the door to the duty room slid inward.

“Huh…”

Wen Jianyan stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. Between the drooping fingers, the iron wire magically disappeared.

“…..”

“…..”

The number of people who were still decreasing in the live broadcast room suddenly stagnated and fell into a brief silence.

Wen Jianyan pushed open the door of the duty room and stepped in.

According to the map just now, this is an old-fashioned dormitory building with only three floors in total. The first floor is the hall and washroom, the second floor and the third floor are the dormitories.

The map was covered with rust, so he couldn’t clearly see what was written on it. However, the number of dormitory rooms on each floor is so limited that the scale of this school must not be very large.

Wen Jianyan was quite familiar with the old schools with limited funds.

That is…they have limited places to store important items.

If there is any place to gather the most information in the shortest amount of time, here is his best chance.

Like the style of the entire dormitory building, the duty room is also very shabby.

A narrow bed is against the wall, where the teacher on duty can rest, a few booklets are piled up in a mess on the bookshelf, the dormitory timetable hangs on the wall, a table is placed close to the window, and the outside window which was usually used to talk to students is also locked right now.

Wen Jianyan didn’t delay for a second and immediately began to search and rummage with an agility that the ordinary people couldn’t match.

The locked drawers and cabinets were opened one by one and were quickly restored one by one.

A roster of past students.

Teacher shift schedule.

The prompt sound of “information has been obtained” continued to be heard in his ears.

Some viewers in the bullet chat suddenly realised:

[Oh, he is increasing his degree of exploration to get the points.]

[Many anchors only know that they can increase the degree of exploration to obtain points after several times, and he actually reacted without prompting. His future is promising.]

[Hey… so, maybe he can really redeem enough time this time!]

[It’s better not to jump to conclusions so early, there are only a few minutes left.]

The bullet chat fell into silence.

Time is always a cruel thing, especially when there was only twenty minutes from the beginning.

Although Wen Jianyan’s movements were really fast, he still couldn’t stop the minutes and seconds from slipping through his fingers.

The top of the live broadcast interface marked the remaining survival time of the anchor, and before he knew it, there were only less than six minutes left.

In this instance, the remaining five minutes of survival time is a critical threshold.

If the anchor is only left with less than five minutes of survival time, then he will become the target of the entire instance. He will indiscriminately attract the attention of all non-human beings in the instance—whether they are monsters or NPCs.

It’s no less than holding a small flag in his hand, shaking it wildly and shouting: “I’m here! Come and catch me!”

Once the anchor falls into such a situation, the danger will only increase rapidly. Most people probably won’t even last five minutes.

When the time reached 05:00 minutes, the numbers were dyed a dazzling bright red.
Wen Jianyan stood in front of the table, flipping through the documents. His action suddenly paused.

He could clearly feel that the temperature around him had dropped without warning, and the already cold and damp room had now turned bone-chilling at the moment. The chill was so strong that it was terrifying. It penetrated the skin like a steel knife and infiltrated into the bones.

A strong feeling of being watched came from behind.

Wen Jianyan slowly turned his head almost uncontrollably —in the vanity mirror placed on the table, he saw his blurred figure in the dark.

A pale hand silently and slowly stretched out from the half-opened cabinet behind and pressed it against the wall.

Over his shoulder, Wen Jianyan saw a face emerging from the shadows.

It was a smiling face. The pale face is like it was carved from melted wax, and the simple facial features are combined on the smooth surface, like a weird smile mask. At this moment, the corners of his mouth are silently grinning at Wen Jianyan.

The jet-black hair was like a sticky snake, and water droplets fell from the end of the black hair.

Tick, tick.

It leaned out of the cabinet little by little and slowly walked towards the youth.

One step, two steps.

As the distance became closer, the details on the smiling mask slowly became richer.

More and more like…Wen Jianyan himself.

At this moment, heavy and dragging footsteps sounded from outside the half-closed door of the duty room. The sound stopped step by step, appearing particularly abrupt in the dead silent room, bringing an extremely ominous atmosphere. Every step was like stepping on the human heart.

“Dong”, “Dong”, “Dong”

A burst of intermittent humming came from a distance.

The melody was eccentric and cheerful, and it became clear little by little with the sound of footsteps, and it looked extra weird in the dead and empty dark environment.

As soon as he heard this iconic voice, the audience who knew the plot immediately became excited.

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[It’s the old witch! It’s the old witch!]

[The luck of this newcomer is really bad. He actually encountered the most difficult monster and the most difficult NPC at the same time. I have never seen any anchor who gets this kind of treatment.]

The footsteps stopped at the door of the duty room.

The next second, the humming stopped and the overwhelming silence suddenly enveloped the room.

As if waking up from a dream, Wen Jianyan bent down suddenly and went to the half-opened cabinet under the table.

The bullet chat, which was still cold and clear just now, finally became hot at this moment.

[Laughing to death, the newcomer is really naive.]

[If it’s a normal situation, you can dig into a cabinet and hide under the bed. Although you can’t hide from ghosts, the probability of escaping NPCs is still very high. But now he is 100% attractive to NPCs, he will definitely be discovered.]

[Alas, it’s a pity, if it weren’t for the limit at the beginning, the development potential of the anchor is quite high.]

[Don’t complain, at least it’s worth watching now.]

“Bang——”

The door to the duty room was slammed open from the outside.

A tall and fat woman appeared outside the door. The extremely thick lenses couldn’t hide the viciousness and gloom in those eyes. The thick grey lips were pursed tightly, the corner of the mouth was dripping with white form, the flesh on her face was shaking slightly, and a strong sense of coldness filled her arrogant face.

“Who’s there?”

“Boom!”

After a soft sound of hitting something, the young man grinned and stood up while holding the back of his head.

The glasses on his face were a little crooked, and a little dust was smeared on the side of his face.

“Ah!”

As if seeing a saviour, the young man’s eyes lit up slightly: “Teacher Yang, you are here!”

The flesh on Teacher Yang’s face shook, and she was stunned for a while, obviously not thinking of this direction of development.

“The dean gave me the key and asked me to get the roster of newly enrolled boarding students.”

Wen Jianyan scratched his cheek and gave the other party a shy smile: “It seems that there is a student who has not come to report, so the roster needs to be revised. Director Shen wanted it in a hurry, so I came in without authorization. I’m really sorry…”

Looking at the rookie anchor who was talking nonsense without changing his face, the chat area was dead silent.

The young man was wearing the broken glasses that he had just picked up from the bottom of the cabinet. Although the legs of the glasses were a little crooked, it didn’t look abrupt when combined with his actions just now.

The previous alertness and indifference had long since disappeared.

He pursed his lips a little embarrassedly, his face was stained with a little dust, and his glasses gave him a fledgling bookish air, making him look innocent and youthful. A pair of light brown eyes flickered behind the lenses with unquestionable sincerity and apology.

Teacher Yang narrowed her eyes, her sinister little eyes staring at the young man in front of her through the thick lenses.

Wen Jianyan suddenly realised: “Oh, I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself yet!”

He hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to the other party. When he was just halfway through he seemed to suddenly realise something, then he hurriedly rubbed his dusty palm on his trousers with a shy expression,

“I’m a new intern teacher here, just call me Xiao Wen.”

He stretched out his hand again.

Teacher Yang lowered her head and glanced at the palm of the other’s outstretched hand, not knowing whether she believed it or not.

The young man blinked blankly and asked with concern,

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to go to the infirmary?”

Just after he finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly realise something and frowned in embarrassment: “But Teacher Wang Ping shouldn’t be here today…”

Finally, the old witch let out a heavy snort from her nose.

She stepped forward with agility that didn’t match her size and took out a crumpled booklet from a box deep in the cabinet.

A clattering sound rang out in the narrow duty room.

The old witch licked her greasy fingers, opened the booklet, and asked, “Tell me, which student didn’t come to report?”

The moment the voice fell, the bullet chat was boiling.

[Damn, damn, damn! She believed him, she believed him, she believed him!]

[How can a good guy play like this?]

[I’m amazed by him! How does the anchor know so much information?]

[Didn’t he turn it over just now? The staff list, and the duty list or something, did you just came?]

[Yes, but who can make up such smooth nonsense in such a short period of time, oh my god!]

Wen Jianyan knows nothing about the audience’s reaction.

He lowered his head and leaned over, his long, slender fingers lightly tapped one of the pages, and his fingertip landed on one of the names.

“Cheng Wei” — that was the name on the ID card he had drawn.

The young man smiled and said, “This.”

The old witch took out a pen from her breast pocket and wrote three words after Cheng Wei’s name: Not reported.

The chat, which was in full swing just now, was silent for a few seconds.

“…..”

“…..”

[Damn, He is the Master of deception.]

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